Hey my loyal readers, Taggart is over and we’re watching SLC Punk, Taggart’s never seen it. I’ve seen it a million times. Profoundly bored. I’m really sickened with reality, I feel like I’m an unwilling actor in a play, and the script is already written. The play that is my romantic life. I can tell that it’s going to take like six months to stop thinking about him. All that time of moping for one sex act? If I could remove my sex drive, I would in a second. I need a therapist. Like that’s going to help. Everything I do just follows the same pattern. Sex, then rejection. Sex, then rejection. I don’t think I can take it anymore. I’m so afraid of rejection I can’t even sit on the couch with him. Depressing. And he’s pretty much a total stranger. I wonder if I’ll ever get out of this cycle.
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